Personal Narrative Immigration

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Immigration a strong word that defines and that my family express there feelings to. At the age of 3 I was just a little girl running around the house in my dipper playing with my older brother. I do not clearly remember what happen even though I was present I had to ask my mom about it. Both of my parents migrated from Mexico to the United States when they where around 17-19 years old in 1990. My parents met in the United States a year after, my mom got pregnant by my dad and had my older brother by September 1992 and 2 years later I was born. I heard the story behind my parents struggle on how they got to where we are now but one thing that stood out the most to me was when I was 3 years old and my mom told me my dad had gone to immigration jail in Mexico.…show more content…
I had no idea what was going on in my surroundings that I remember only by being told. My dad was in the process on getting his residency when he decided to go to Mexico for his sisters wedding. He was not restricted from traveling but the thing that he did not know is that he had to do by land not air. My mom was so against this trio my dad was doing take but he still went. He decided to take a plane there and that was not a problem but when he decided to come back he was taken to immigration jail. My mom and I where expecting my dad to be back the same day, we knew nothing after he never showed

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